Page 148 of The Head Game

Nico saluted. “Yes, sir!”

August rolled his eyes and turned away.

A few minutes later, Nico could hear the noisy rush of water through the open door as August filled the tub.

Once Nico had finished drinking, he stood and stripped out of his clothes. When he sauntered into the bathroom, August looked up.

The heat in his eyes filled something in Nico’s chest, made him feel desirable in a way he hadn’t since the surgery. He was vain, he could admit that. But he liked the way he looked and that it got a reaction from people. He liked getting that reaction from August.

He liked feeling like himself again.

“I am fully hydrated,” he said with a smirk. “What now?”

“Well, in a week once this giant pool is full … we can get in.” August gestured toward the large soaking tub. He reached for the top button of his cardigan.

Nico grinned. “Decadent, huh?”

“Quite.”

“Oh, hey, I’ve got bath bombs too.” Nico turned and rummaged in the nearby linen closet.

“What on earth is a bath bomb?”

“Things that go fizz when you put them in the bath. They smell nice and they make your skin all soft.” He held out two. “Take your pick. Unicorn poop or a peach?”

August raised an eyebrow, down to his underwear now. And damn that was a good look on him. “On principle, I’m going to have to choose peach. I do not want to bathe in unicorn poop.”

Nico shrugged. “It’s just fruity and colorful. Like me.”

August snorted and turned away to place his neatly folded underwear on the bathroom counter. “I’ll still go with peach.”

“Your loss. Though I do like the peach too.” He set the bath bomb on the edge of the tub and smacked August’s ass. “This peach anyway.”

August shook his head. “You are a ridiculous human being.”

Nico grinned. “I am. But I’m not the one pretending to be engaged to me so maybe you need to consider which one of us is actually the ridiculous one.”

“You may have a point there, eh.” August reached for the faucet, stretching out long and lean, the toned slope of his back curving to become a firm, round ass.

“Gah. Please tell me I can eat you out some time,” Nico said longingly. He needed his face right there. “Your ass is begging for it.”

“Sure. Just not today.”

“I can agree to that.” Nico liked having things to look forward to.

August stepped carefully into the bath and held out a hand. “No slipping.”

“I don’t know, I thought it might be fun to crack my skull open,” Nico joked but he took August’s hand and allowed him to guide him into the tub.

When they were both situated with Nico seated between August’s spread thighs, Nico rested his back against August’s chest and sighed contentedly.

“Okay, this was a good idea.”

“I’m pretty good at taking care of you.”

“Yeah, you are, Auggie.” Nico reached for the bath bomb. He dropped it in, enjoying the fizz and swirl of bubbles and scent.

“Oh, that is kinda nice,” August said in his ear, rubbing his hands along Nico’s thighs. “And this tub … I’ve never had one big enough for two.”

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